As I walk down to the town Quay I see a Cormorant surface with a huge fish.
I start running towards it with my camera.
It’s still flapping and hard to control. The fish, that is.
The Cormorant takes an age to turn it round so that it’s head-first, ready for comfortable swallowing.
Comfortable? I think there must be a better word to describe the act of getting a fish this size down.
I think it might be a Brown Trout. I check. Some say it’s a Salmon, some that it’s a Sea Trout, some that it’s a Brown Trout. I check. Sea Trout and Brown Trout are the same species, they just look very different.
The Cormorant trying to control the wriggling fish looks like I feel when I’m trying to stop the washing machine travelling across the room when it’s on fast spin.
Eventually the Cormorant swallows the fish.
I wouldn’t be able to eat for a week if I did that.